Here’s a haiku I wrote about Anorexia, to keep you going. The idea was to keep the language and subject simple, humorous, and down to earth, as well as earthy, as is in keeping with the tradition. Apparently many haiku are scatological. there’s a famous one by Yamazaki Sokan (1464 – 1552) that goes “Even at the time/ when my father lay dying/ I still kept farting.” (Donald Keene’s translation in the Dover Thrift Editions The Classic Tradition of Haiku)
Take a starving man
fill his gut with bread and beans:
now there’s a problem!
Should haiku have titles?